TOXICITY (Acrostic)
To me, you were wonderful. Who knew you were really
Only poison flooding my veins? Like a
Xylophone melody that starts pretty, but only gets
Irritating and drives you insane after prolonged exposure.
Crazy how the thing that numbed the pain and made me smile
Is really a powerful drug slowly ruining my life,
Transforming me into someone else I swore never to be.
You changed me. Over and over. But now we’re done.
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